Ares had been ever the gentleman and liberated the Priestess
from the enforced bondage of the hated chastity belt and proceeded
to make his ire known that she had dared to disobey the mandate
to be without pleasure for thirty days. The brunette stroked the
soft skin of her inner thigh where the God of War had firmly voiced
his displeasure before using her thoroughly. It was still warm
to the touch. She shivered and walked her fingers up and down
the punished areas feeling a tightening in her belly with each
fresh wave of hurt.
Thinking of her own delicious pain made her anxious the brat
to get to their quarters. She wasn't furious that the girl had
spurned her advances knowing that she was to remain in that unsatisfied
state, but she really didn't need to tell anyone. JaZelle fairly
growled thinking of having the artist back in her bed and fully
at her mercy. The fierce coupling with Ares just took the edge
off. Not that she would divulge that tidbit of information to
her Lord and Master. No what she craved was curvaceous ivory skin
adorned with shimmering auburn hair. Hair that would no doubt
be fisted in her hand as she assaulted that perfect cupid bow's
mouth. Oh, yes, her slave girl would remember who owned her heart
and body even in a free state. JaZelle planned to show her in
a way she wouldn't soon forget.
The warrior was pulled from her reverie as the door to her chambers
opened slowly and the object of her rumination slinked through
the entry, beautiful pout in place. She stood there with coverlets
in her arms with a look of uncertainty. It could have been the
predatory gleam in JaZelle's eyes visible even in the candlelight.
"Get those clothes off your back and get onto the bed.", the
Priestess commanded in a controlled, low voice.
Kessily emitted something resembling a squeak and scrambled
to obey, she wasn't sure why but it seemed like the thing to do
with this unleashed woman stalking her.
"No words. There's only one thing that pretty mouth is going
to be doing besides screaming and I'll tell you when it's time
for that."
JaZelle smiled at the whimpering girl as she moved towards the
bed. Swiftly, she straddled the naked slave, pleased that she
was obedient enough to keep any comments to herself. Of course,
the brat wasn't always but this just stoked the fires of JaZelle's
passion and sadistic nature a bit higher.
"Seems we've got some making up to do for lost time, girl."
JaZelle commented idly as she trailed a finger under and over
the curve of Kessily's breasts. Without warning, she flicked the
dusty rose colored nipple hard. Reaching up, JaZelle pulled the
manacles down to dangle in the girl's line of sight. She was pleased,
at least in one way that Ares saw fit to leave them after attending
to his errant Priestess.
Fitting the iron's around Kessily's wrists, she gave in to temptation
and bent down to kiss the sweet lips she'd been hungering for.
Long, lingering kisses interspersed with bites along the column
of her throat. Sliding between the silken legs, JaZelle moved
to clamp them in place as well. Beautiful. Her girl was displayed
as she had been mere hours ago, but she was certain she hadn't
presented as lovely a canvas. Sapphire eyes hooded with unspoken
desire, lips flushed and swollen with bruising kisses. This was
a wonderful look on the young artist.
Stepping back, JaZelle continued to survey the body laid out
for her pleasure. As a thought struck, she moved over to the table
under the watchful eye of her captive whose eyes widened. The
girl visibly restrained herself from speaking, which again pleased
JaZelle. The thin pliant reed in her lover's hand had made it's
acquaintance on the pale skin at one time on a regular basis as
JaZelle had liked to keep her property marked. JaZelle laid the
reed on the flat of Kessily's stomach and watched it roll before
settling into the hollow.
"If that leaves your body, you get a refresher course." the
Priestess warned smiling a wicked grin as the red-head nodded
in understanding.
JaZelle ran her hands to length of the quivering body as put
the ideas that had run circles in her head to play. She looked
deeply into the mesmerizing blue eyes, letting all the love and
affection show. But the girl never missed that extra spark that
was there, the part that revealed how much she loved to dominate
the gift that Ares had given. That she reveled in bending the
girl to her will then bringing her back to the place where she
was cherished and adored.
JaZelle reached over and pulled one of the candles from it's
holder bringing it right up close illuminating her lover's features.
She held the flame high and let the pool of hot liquid drop until
it splashed against the fleshy curve of Kessily's breast. In tandem,
they watched as it beaded into hardness. Of course, JaZelle also
noted carefully the positioning of the reed that had moved a fraction
when Kessily whimpered and wriggled under the hot wax. It wasn't
low enough to burn the skin, just warm it up nicely. She continued
her little game until her slave was writhing enough to dislodge
the item so carefully placed on her stomach.
JaZelle grinned with absolute evilness. " Seems like someone's
getting punished." Replacing the candle, she snatched up the reed,
striping the insides of Kessily's thighs leaving six vivid welts
on each. The artist in bondage cried out at the first bite into
the sinewy flesh.
"Lovely, lovely." JaZelle praised loving the way the girl moved
under the weight of the restraints.
The legs were still nicely splayed as the warrior Priestess
dropped the heated wax onto each of the marks adorning those otherwise
pale thighs. She'd missed hearing those sexy wails coming from
that elegant throat. Smiling at the strawberry marks of ownership
gracing that area as well, JaZelle turned her attention to deftly
removing the cap of hardened wax rounding each breast with her
dagger. Carefully edging the blade under until it pulled away
leaving the flesh to be assaulted with cool air.
Kessily made mewling noises and undulated as much as she could,
trying to rid herself of the fierce fire on her body, pushing
JaZelle further into an erotic haze. The blush of pink covering
those sweet, overly warm breasts just begged for the sting of
the switch and the Priestess obliged. Several taps across the
sensitive nipple resulted in a new round of squeals and squirming
and but the girl never pleaded for mercy resolute to obey. Kessily
breathed an audible sigh when JaZelle put that wicked thing away
only to be replaced by a hot mouth and pinching fingers. She was
sure that she could be heard in the dormitories, it was torture
of pleasure spiking. She wanted so badly to be able to touch JaZelle
to be able to stroke that beautifully curly hair but she knew
at this moment her submission was their connection---a deeper
testament of her commitment to remain with the woman she loved.
